(Thomas Chatterton Poems)
FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE...The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte;The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne ...
FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE...The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte;The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne ...
IN Ortygia the Dawn land the old gods dwell, And the silver's yet a-quiver on the old wizard well By ...
We were playing on the green together, My sweetheart and I-Oh! so heedless in the gay June weather, When the word went ...
WE mark the playing-time of sun and rain,Until the rain too heavily upon usLeans, and the sun stamps down upon ...
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
This reverence Lord Buddha kept to all his schoolmasters, Albeit beyond their learning taught; in speech Right ...
Fair Estelle.* * * * *Tho' all neglected now, the time hath beenWhen yon wide pleasaunce was the loveliest scene;When ...
Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem),My figured descant ...
I do not need the skies' Pomp, when I would be wise; For pleasaunce nor to use Heaven's champaign ...
"Green gardens in Laventie! Soldiers only know the street Where the mud is churned and splashed about By battle-wending feet; ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Like burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone; Here doth the little night-owl ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
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